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My best player, Eddie Mathews, went free agent. This guy was such a hitting god in this league that I eventually named the outstanding batter award after him. When he left the team, I vowed that every time he played against us, I'd plunk the ungrateful S.O.B. ...every at bat.
So the first time he came to town I plunked him in his first two ABs. Serves him right. Third AB, I plunked him again, and this time he suffered a fractured skull! Career ending.
I was suddenly overcome with remorse. Eddie, wake up. It's your old pal, Eddie, speak to me! I felt so wretched that I copied the saved game folder and reloaded, effectively turning back time a few days, something I've never done before or since. Next time around I pitched to the big lug: he was never the wiser, and I felt much better.
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